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Got a ton of crap done yesterday, timed it just right -- buying art supplies, going to class, homework and studying. I fucked up only once, arriving 2 minutes too late to register for payroll at the administration. Fortnately, I got my registration for payroll sorted out today. It turns out I was registered as a student from another college????/ oh bureacracy how I love thee--
Trying to crap together plot and RP stuff right now. So fucking rusty, all the logistics are running together in my brain like meltwater.
Actually, that's probably not just RPG and writing crap-- while I was studying economics yesterday, I was having the damnedest time doing basic algebra. What say I had to solve '3x=2y +4' for y? I couldn't do 2 processes in my head, I had to write down every teeny weeny baby-step of the way. My roommate had to hold my hand through the whole exercise; she must think I'm retarded by now, but I will be eternally grateful to her.
My sleep is funny. When I go to bed, I'm tense without the usual symptoms, I'm not knotted up and stir-crazy, but I know I'm not settling because there is no change in my gut or toes when I try scaring myself with the prospect of rolling off my bunkbed, or think about fighting or work or anything.
I'm beginning to wonder if I haven't bitten off more than I can chew this year. I have an on-campus job, and doing independent web-design commissions. I am taking 5 courses this semester, the maximum load, and all of those personally challenging to me. Usually, I'm the laziest bastard I know. I'm not sure what's up, but I've got a few theories that coexist comfortably: 1) I've somehow trapped myself into all this by picking pursuits and classes that I actually like (bar economics); 2) caprice is one of my less ostentatious traits, but I swear to God, I can get bored of anything -- and I think I've finally gotten bored of sloth and idleness; 3) I've got a strange and somewhat useless sense of pride. I haven't put a lot of effort into academics for a long time, so I want to show myself that I can. Likelier than not, I won't feel very strongly whether I succeed or not.
*A*)/ bbbbb
Edit: SKFKFfj I forgot to say, I went shopping for art supplies in Central Square, Cambridge. There are 2 art shops across the street from one another: Pearl Paint and Artist Supply. I literally took a pen and my supplies list across the street, compared prices, and discovered that PP's merchandise is 10-40% more expensive than TAS even when it's running a back-to-school sale and TAS is not. Same brands, the popular and reputable ones. So for all you Bostonians/Cambridge residents, shop at Artist Supply.
Trying to crap together plot and RP stuff right now. So fucking rusty, all the logistics are running together in my brain like meltwater.
Actually, that's probably not just RPG and writing crap-- while I was studying economics yesterday, I was having the damnedest time doing basic algebra. What say I had to solve '3x=2y +4' for y? I couldn't do 2 processes in my head, I had to write down every teeny weeny baby-step of the way. My roommate had to hold my hand through the whole exercise; she must think I'm retarded by now, but I will be eternally grateful to her.
My sleep is funny. When I go to bed, I'm tense without the usual symptoms, I'm not knotted up and stir-crazy, but I know I'm not settling because there is no change in my gut or toes when I try scaring myself with the prospect of rolling off my bunkbed, or think about fighting or work or anything.
I'm beginning to wonder if I haven't bitten off more than I can chew this year. I have an on-campus job, and doing independent web-design commissions. I am taking 5 courses this semester, the maximum load, and all of those personally challenging to me. Usually, I'm the laziest bastard I know. I'm not sure what's up, but I've got a few theories that coexist comfortably: 1) I've somehow trapped myself into all this by picking pursuits and classes that I actually like (bar economics); 2) caprice is one of my less ostentatious traits, but I swear to God, I can get bored of anything -- and I think I've finally gotten bored of sloth and idleness; 3) I've got a strange and somewhat useless sense of pride. I haven't put a lot of effort into academics for a long time, so I want to show myself that I can. Likelier than not, I won't feel very strongly whether I succeed or not.
*A*)/ bbbbb
Edit: SKFKFfj I forgot to say, I went shopping for art supplies in Central Square, Cambridge. There are 2 art shops across the street from one another: Pearl Paint and Artist Supply. I literally took a pen and my supplies list across the street, compared prices, and discovered that PP's merchandise is 10-40% more expensive than TAS even when it's running a back-to-school sale and TAS is not. Same brands, the popular and reputable ones. So for all you Bostonians/Cambridge residents, shop at Artist Supply.